«Some nights the world feels like bad signal on an old TV.
Everything is there — shapes, voices, meaning —
but it keeps glitching.
Memories overlap with imagination.
Future leaks into the present.
And you're left adjusting invisible antennas
trying to tune into something that feels real.»
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